Chapter 117: The More Enemies You Make, The More You Gain

Should he give the money or not?

If he didn’t, once word got out, he’d become the laughingstock of Tangwan Town, and the people mocking him would all be those guys from the factory alliance.

If he did, he’d be the fool who got taken advantage of. It wasn’t that he couldn’t afford it; it was simply useless to buy.

He’d already sent someone to make arrangements, and the Youle Carton Factory should be able to open soon.

What should he do!!!

While Wan Xiong remained silent, Zhang Tianfeng shot Yuan Yi a glance and smiled, asking, “Boss Wan, I heard your carton factory recently shut down?”

“Heard? You’re certainly cautious with your words.”

“That’s right, I’ve always been this way.” Zhang Tianfeng chuckled, “My advice is you pay up, because I was the one who called and reported it. Even if you’ve tried to pull strings, it won’t work—at least not for a month.”

“How much will you lose in that month? How much compensation will you owe your clients?”

Wan Xiong was furious, answering angrily, “Zhang, we have no grudges between us. Aren’t you afraid of angering other peers by doing this to me?”

“What’s to be afraid of? I’ve already offended most of them.” Zhang Tianfeng looked indifferent, “You barged into my factory and expected me to treat you well? You act as someone else’s lapdog—you think I don’t know whose hand you’re wagging your tail for?”

“You…”

“What? Want to hit me? Go ahead and try, see if you can walk out of the toy factory.”

Endure! I must endure!

Wan Xiong’s fists crackled as he clenched them, nearly grinding his teeth to dust.

After a long silence, he finally said, “Miss Yuan, let’s go handle the transfer procedures. I’ll pay you.”

Zhang Tianfeng was right: Youle Carton Factory had taken on a large number of partner-assigned tasks. Delaying a month meant losing at least several hundred thousand, and if the penalty was included, he’d owe over a million.

Thinking like that, it was better to just buy Zhongcai Carton Factory outright; at least he’d recoup some costs and gain a piece of land.

The bank was not far from the toy factory. They transferred the money, signed the contract, and the agreement took effect. Wan Xiong became the new owner of Zhongcai Carton Factory.

On the way back, Wan Xiong was pondering how to explain things to Xu Kuangdao when Zhang Tianfeng suddenly popped out from a corner, saying, “Oh, congratulations, Boss Wan. Snagged a factory at a bargain! Your business is getting bigger.”

“What are you here for?”

“Businessmen, you know—never up early for nothing.”

“You want to partner with me?”

Wan Xiong already knew about Zhang Tianfeng’s predicament from Xu Kuangdao. He grinned and lowered his voice, “Sure, I’ll produce for you. One yuan per unit. Or find someone else yourself.”

“If Boss Xu could drive out your partners in Hong Kong, he can certainly do the same with others. You find one, he’ll ruin one.”

“Oh, so it’s that little scoundrel Xu Kuangdao.”

You didn’t know? Wan Xiong suddenly felt uncertain—perhaps he’d made a mistake.

Zhang Tianfeng clapped Wan Xiong’s shoulder, “Thanks for the heads-up, Boss Wan. Now I know who to look for.”

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“I used to think you were the one stirring trouble behind the scenes, so I wasn’t very polite to you. Sorry about that.”

Hm? An apology?

That apology jolted Wan Xiong mentally, making him wary.

He asked cautiously, “What are you trying to say?”

“I’ve got some bad news for you. The official who shut down Youle Carton Factory told me that if I could import the latest machinery from abroad and set up a wastewater treatment plant, he’d support me.”

“I may not be good at much, but getting equipment is my forte. Next, I’ll open a new carton factory—then we’ll have real competition.”

“Fine, let’s compete. Show your true skills, don’t try to scare me here.”

“It’s not intimidation, just a friendly reminder.”

Zhang Tianfeng stepped closer, gently brushing dust from Wan Xiong’s collar, “Xu Kuangdao dug plenty of pits for me, but in the end, he still fell into mine. He probably never told you why.”

“If you want to know, go to Hong Kong and find out who the ‘Little Stock God’ is.”

No need. Wan Xiong had just visited Hong Kong yesterday. On the recommendation of an exchange staffer, he’d bought some China-concept stocks.

Naturally, he’d heard the tale of the ‘Little Stock God’ who, on August 2nd, single-handedly outperformed hundreds of analysts at the Hong Kong Exchange.

The story was as wild as could be—and Wan Xiong believed it.

But seeing the photo in the newspaper, he doubted it, because he knew the guy: he hardly seemed like the god revered by Hong Kong investors—rude and arrogant.

Now, should he believe it or not?

At this moment, Zhang Tianfeng threw out one last straw: “The Huo family will be helping me this time. Such a giant can make the Chen and Xu families retreat. How long do you think you’ll last?”

“Enough, I get your point.” Wan Xiong pulled out the transfer agreement, “The factory is yours. Just transfer the money.”

“Of course, money must be transferred—this is proper business. But as I said, the price is a bit above my expectations.”

Zhang Tianfeng smacked his lips, “Let’s cut it down—how about five hundred thousand?”

“Is that how you bargain?” Wan Xiong was nearly livid.

“Why rush? If the deal falls through, we’re still friends. If you collapse later, I can’t afford your medical bills.”

With a reproach, Zhang Tianfeng said, “Six hundred sixty thousand, that’s my highest offer. Agree and I’ll sign right now. If not, forget it.”

“I…”

“Boss Wan, if we partner, we’ll be friends. Friends should help each other. I’ll help with the Youle Carton Factory issue.”

“Zhang Tianfeng, you’re truly scheming. You calculated every step from the very beginning, didn’t you?” Wan Xiong gritted his teeth.

“Don’t exaggerate. I’m just a small factory owner who occasionally digs a pit.”

Grinning, Zhang Tianfeng said, “Please, Boss Wan. I’ve prepared iced soda and the newest contract for you.”

“Lead the way!”

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Wan Xiong was completely outmaneuvered—what else could he do but grit his teeth and go along?

The perks Zhang Tianfeng offered were enticing. Selling the factory meant his carton factory could reopen.

Though he lost a lot of money, it was better than holding on to a broken factory.

Back in the office, under the astonished gaze of the crowd, Zhang Tianfeng successfully acquired Zhongcai Carton Factory for 660,000.

He was in high spirits. The bargaining hadn’t soured his relationship with Yuan Yi; he’d outwitted his opponent and snagged the factory at an ideal price—a win on all fronts.

Perhaps it was best to make more enemies. Whenever he was short of something, he could provoke an enemy, and they’d deliver themselves to his door.

“Thank you, Boss Wan. Go prepare, notify the workers—they’ll be back on the job tomorrow.”

“Zhang Tianfeng, you truly are formidable. From now on, I won’t go looking for trouble with you, but don’t come looking for trouble with me either, or you’ll regret it.”

Having gotten his way, he had to let the loser vent. Zhang Tianfeng offered no reply, just nodded with a smile and accepted it graciously.

Wan Xiong felt a bit better and turned to leave.

“Is… is he scared?” Gao Ran finally spoke.

“If he isn’t, he’ll lose even his underwear to the boss,” Chu Hongyuan laughed, “He’s been in and out of this office twice, losing nearly a million.”

“What nonsense, I don’t want his underwear,” Zhang Tianfeng said. “Go help Miss Yuan with the handover. And call your friend who studied abroad—we’ll have dinner tonight, I have something to ask him.”

“Alright, I’m off then. See you, boss.”

Chu Hongyuan left, and Zhong Xiaoyi brought in cold drinks.

She handed one to Zhang Tianfeng, another to Gao Ran, and was about to leave when Zhang Tianfeng stopped her.

“Xiaoyi, next time someone tries to barge in, if you can’t stop them, don’t bother.”

“But if I don’t, what if you’re in danger, boss? I’m still counting on you to pay my salary.”

“You little thing—money is all you think about.”

“No, I also think about my textbooks. You promised to get me some, remember?”

“Oh, right. I’ll give them to you before you leave today. Go on, get busy.”

“Thank you, boss. Goodbye.”

Wan Xiong’s intrusion exposed a major problem with the factory—security was lacking.

Just as Zhong Xiaoyi said, what if a violent criminal barged in one day?

“I wonder how long until Xiang Chen comes back.”

“Boss, I’m back—I was just about to report to you.”

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